Novel & Cerita Chasing Lincoln's Killer

I opened the sheet just like I did with the first one, and I read it out, "This message is to you, Adrian Williams. I'm sorry for everything I did to you, but you have to believe me with these words. "It's Lincoln. He had been misbehaving since we met you in that mall, and he kept on saying that he wanted you. He caught me meeting you up and he got me captive. He thinks that I will snitch on him to you, and I'm scared he might do something to me. "Lincoln is coming for you, Adrian. "He's obsessed with you. Forget that you're taken by his brother, he wants you still. If I die, it will be my fault because I did a lot of bad things, but if he gets to you, it will be bad because you wronged nobo

As if it was not a big deal to kill someone. Lincoln became like a psycho. “Your dad and Mariko deserve it. After he killed my father, he deserved to die. And about Mariko… My first plan was to just ruin her face. Because as you can see,” he pointed to the scar on his face, “because of her, my face got ruined. I just want her to give her a taste of medicine, but your wife… I mean fiancee acted like a superhero. As if she was a Wonder woman, she caught the bullet that should have belonged to Ethan.” he smiled.

The next day, Lincoln sent out fighters as early as 5:50 pm, He wanted to make sure they get hold of her if she was actually with the bead. And bring her back to the pack house. After the fighters left, his heart was in two sections. With one part giving him some hope while the other part kept discouraging him. “Quinn would be found and brought back. She would be yours, remember you had marked her. You killed her father and brought so much pain to her, so she would never be yours” The two voices kept airing their view in his heart

I kept waiting for one of them to throw an insult my way or to trip me as I walked across the slippery bathroom floor. I kicked my wet flip-flops off, and crawled up the air mattress until I sat between Troy’s legs, resting with my back against his chest. “Can I ask you something?” “Since when do you ask for permission?” “How did you know who that woman killed? Could you read her mind or something?” “Noooo,” Troy lauched and switched over to the mind link. “I took a photograph of her and did an image search on the net. Her name is Cher Nixon. She’s a wanted in connection with at least six murders. She’s on the run.”

"Boss it was indeed Jeremy Lincoln behind Ms. Lucy's accident. He made it look like a hit and run but we found the owner of the car whose tire traces we found near her car. The car belonged to his colleague who was executed last month for attempted rape." Salim finished what he had found in the last two days. "Why he had his colleague's car?" I asked sitting up, suddenly interested in what more he had to say.

"It’s the Carter twins. Kade and Killian." There was a heavy silence on the other end. "The Carters?" Cole’s voice lost its playful edge for a split second, replaced by the sharp, analytical tone he reserved for serious matters. "So, you’ve got your protector and a side dish? Mia, that’s not a love triangle; that’s a criminal murder documentary waiting to happen." "Tell me something I don’t know," I sighed.

“Please... Ayla... I don’t want to die...” Ayla cocked the gun. “I didn’t want my parents to die either.” She shot Lily’s legs first, watching her writhe in agony. The girl screamed, her body jerking violently as she sobbed. Ayla waited, her face blank, until Lily’s voice broke from the pain. Then, without a word, she shot her in the neck. The room filled with silence, except for the crackling fire and the distant creak of collapsing wood. Ayla stood up, her limbs heavy. She pulled a matchbox from her pocket, lit a match, and tossed it onto the bed, watching as the flames consumed the sheets. The fire spread quickly, devouring everything in its path.

He had drawn me close to control me. I drove back to the city through the storm, my hands clenched tight on the steering wheel. The next few days were a whirlwind of frantic, clandestine research. Mia and I worked in shifts, barely sleeping. We used every resource, every back-channel, every favor I was owed as a journalist. We looked for Henry Mills. We looked for any record of his arrest. We looked for any connection between Shaw and the Cross family. And then, we found it. The secret that Shaw had buried so deep.

“I’m running on fumes.” “No pressure,” I muttered, gunning the engine to life. Headlights off, we crept along the base of the canyon, tires slipping in the muck, every bump sending fresh bolts of pain through my ankle. Above us, flashes of red light slashed across the night sky. Drones. Search teams. They were hunting—and not just us. If the loyalists or Scarlett’s faction found my father first, it was over. The SUV’s GPS was scrambled, but Liam input coordinates manually into an offline device.

There was a clang as the tool in Lincoln's hand fell to the ground. He rushed outside, grabbing the woman who sent them the news. "What? Quinley is dead?" The woman could no longer hold back her cries. She pointed at the group of fighters angrily. "One of their people is a monster! He raped her and killed her!" She screamed, "I don't want to live anymore. I want to die!" Just then, a man's voice came from behind her, "Why are you crying? Your daughter is lucky that I took a liking to her! Yet, she slapped me and forced my hand to kill her. She got off easy!"